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I'm blogging today about my upcoming release, BLACKEST NIGHTS. This book was a journey for me, not only as an author, but personally as well. I did a great deal of research into the Washington DC BDSM scene and also experimented a little with dominance and submission. Thanks to the hubby for being such a sport *wink*. I pride myself on writing about aspects of sexuality that I've either experienced first hand or have at least have several insiders who are willing to share their experiences with me. I also endeavored with this work to present a heroine who is fully engaged and receptive to BDSM, who craves submission and a dom strong enough to control her.
While I applaud the attention the Shades of Grey series has garnered for erotic romance (which existed loooong before Ms. James's novels), the execution of said series left me with a bad taste in my mouth. I feel like in this day and age we have moved past the depiction of female sexuality that requires the heroine to play gatekeeper and portrays an inherent reluctance on her part. I mean a college senior who's still a virgin is a rare breed to say the least. If good girls don't, I'm glad I'm a self-proclaimed bad girl. I also wanted to show a hero who is unapologetic about his desire to be dominant. There's nothing wrong with Mr. Black, he's not damaged and he has a great deal of respect for his submissives.
Here's a peek at BLACKEST NIGHTS. Hope you enjoy!
Blurb:
Excerpt:
For our first play session, I arrived early, reciting, “Scarlet, slow.
Midnight, stop,” as I parked in his driveway. Once I’d inspected my makeup and smoothed my black skirt and spaghetti strap blouse, I propelled myself out of the car. The humid night air threatened to kink up my hair. A smile
on my lips, I hoped my hair wouldn’t be the only thing kinked up that night. My stomach did flipflops at the thought of what Black had in store for me.
At 8:55, I knocked on his door. I heard him moving inside the house,
but he didn’t answer.
A couple minutes passed and still I stood on his porch, the crickets
chirping in the cooling night air. Maybe he hadn’t heard my knock. I rang the doorbell.
Another minute or so passed and every second that ticked by left me feeling
foolish. Why was he making me wait? Finally out of patience, I fished my cell phone out of my purse and hit the auto-dial for his number.
As soon as Black jerked open the door, I knew I’d made a mistake. His
lips down-turned, his eyes narrowed, he folded his arms over his chest.
The intensity of his stare unnerved me.
Fixing my gaze on the ground, I offered an explanation though he hadn’t
demanded one, “I wanted to be sure I was on time.”
“But you aren’t on time, you’re early. Nine o’clock means nine
o’clock.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“Go into the dining room and sit.” He moved aside to let me pass.
“To your left.”
Hurrying to do as instructed, I didn’t have much time to take in the
decor of the house. Once I’d taken a seat, I studied the austerity of the mission style dining table, chairs and china cabinet. One massive photo―at least four feet by six feet―hung on an otherwise bare wall. It depicted
a close up of a fig sliced in half. So suggestive was the imagery of female genitalia that I found myself averting my eyes, sneaking furtive glances. Every time I dared to look at it for more than a couple of seconds, my cheeks
burned and butterflies flitted around my stomach.
The door clicked shut and I heard his footsteps head in the opposite
direction. Then he returned, his cell phone in hand. Drawing his finger across the screen, he turned it so I could read. The glowing display showed his call log.
“Read the most recent entry,” he said.
“It says, ‘Red’.”
“And is it an incoming call or an outgoing one?”
“Incoming,” I mumbled. I knew exactly what I’d done wrong.
“I said never to call me.” He grabbed me by the hair and I flinched more out of surprise than pain.
He wasn’t pulling all that hard…yet.
“I’m sorry.” I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, excited
by the control he exerted over me.
Setting the phone aside, he moved behind me. Leaning down, he let his
lips brush past my ear. I could feel his breath on my cheek and neck. Inhaling his cologne, I closed my eyes, my heartbeat quickening.
“You don’t listen.” He tightened his grasp, shaking me a little.
I gasped, the pain sharper now, the throbbing of my pussy radiating throughout my body.
I didn’t reply, struggling to suppress a smile though I couldn’t
figure out just why I felt like grinning.
“What’s funny?” He tugged at my hair.
The tug hurt so much my eyes watered. “Nothing.”
“Say it. Say, ‘I don’t listen’.” His held my head held back,
forcing me to make eye contact.
“I―” My voice cracked, arousal and agony gripping my throat. “I
don’t listen.”
“Do you need me to make you?”
“Yes…please.” My legs trembled, my pussy quivering at the thought
of what he would do to punish me.
Bending me over the table, he pressed my cheek to the cool surface, hand
still tangled in my hair, but he’d eased up on the agonizing hold.
The skirt I’d taken so much care to pick out wound up crumpled around
my waist. He ripped off my panties then caressed the swell of my ass. I heard the jangle of his belt buckle and the woosh of it sliding out of his belt loops. Oh God, he was going to―
Crack!
I cried out and squirmed, the initial sting so intense I could hardly
stand it, but he held me down.
Crack!
The belt smacked against my ass, heat spreading over the entire cheek.
I yelped and whimpered. A sharp burning sensation ran along the junction of my buttock and my thigh and I was sure he’d given me a welt. The thought turned me on to no end. I was bare-assed, splayed out across a table and
one of the most gorgeous men I’d ever met was punishing me. Oh yes, I wanted more.
Another crack of the belt and I could feel my juices wetting my pussy
lips. The pain transformed from an unpleasant sensation to the heat of a lover’s touch. Instead of a cry of objection, I moaned, writhing against the table.
“You like that?” He growled the words, his voice even deeper than
usual.
“Yes.” I arched my back, thrusting my ass toward him.
“Yes, what?” He caught me by the hair again.
“Yes, sir.”
He whipped my buttock again and I called out, the skin raw now. My cunt
contracted, so swollen and wet he could’ve easily slid inside me, no more foreplay needed, but I knew he wouldn’t give me that kind of pleasure yet. I hadn’t earned it.
“Your pretty little ass is the most lovely shade of red.”
I felt him drop to his knees, running his tongue over the areas that
stung the most. A hiss escaped me. Parting my labia with two fingers, he swiped at my slit.
“You’re so wet. You’re going to be fun to play with.”
I panted, desperate that he continue my training, but instead he righted
my skirt and helped me up. Swiping the finger coated in my cream over my lips, he moved in for a kiss. His tongue flicked at the musky fluid then plunged inside my mouth. I inhaled, the scent of pussy mingled with his cologne,
unable to get enough of the heady scent.
As the kiss tapered off, a smile formed on his full lips. He took my
hand, gently interlacing our fingers. “Let’s go to the play room.”
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2 comments:
What a great way to kick of Valentine's Day, Cindy! Thanks for sharing:-)
I love the excerpt. Cant wait to read this. Thanks for the awesome giveaway.
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